It was strange writing God as a person. Enjoy this chapter. Thank you for the reviews once again.
'Wake up, Dean.', Balthazar shouted, pulling the covers from the bed. Dean snapped awake and was out of bed in a couple of seconds.
'Come on. That's it. Wake up. It's just a dream.', Dean once again said, soothing his brother. Sam woke up abruptly and Dean held him close.
'Morning.', Dean whispered to Sam.
'M C'ld', Sam murmured into Dean's chest. God threw Dean a jumper from the nearest bag, it was one of Deans but it didn't matter. Dean helped a weak Sam into his jumper before curling him back up in bed.
'I made a list of things we'll need.', God said, handing Dean a piece of paper.
'We'll find it. We have to.', Dean said, glancing at Sammy, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do anything today. He glanced at the list again.
Angel feather,
Demon blood,
Vampire fang,
Leaf of a death poisoned tree,
Page from the lost scripts of Shakespeare,
Salt from the dead sea,
Blood of a sinner,
Blood of a saint,
A cloth from the Vatican,
A candle made from black wax in Jerusalem.
'We have the angel feather. I have an idea about the rest. What's a death poisoned tree?', Dean said, looking at Balthazar then God.
'Oh that's an easy one. The easiest way to get that is to find a tree where someone was hung against their will.', God explained. Dean nodded then started searching through his bag.
'What are you looking for?', Balthazar asked.
'This!', Dean said, placing a small red box on the table.
'What is it?', Balthazar asked, turning the box over.
'Are you two comfortable with a demon being here?', Dean asked. They nodded.
'Then this is going to bring a certain demon that Cas isn't looking for, here.', Dean said.
'Ok. That is a really good idea. What about Sam?', God said, grabbing the materials from the box and setting them up on the table.
'He'll sleep through it, I hope. On days like this, he barely moves.', Dean said.
'It's ok. Your there if he needs you.', God said, quietly, not wanting Dean to feel bad. Dean lit a match and dropped it into a bowl filled with the items from the red box. It sparked and the lights flickered.
'Dean. Balthazar. Nice to see you again.', a voice sounded behind them.
'Crowley?', God said, shocked that the King of hell stood in front him.
'God?', Crowley said, a smile spreading on his face.
'Why is the King of hell responding to a human?', God asked.
'I owe them, a lot.', Crowley answered, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
'You got the King of hell to owe you? This is brilliant.', God said.
'Anyway...We need these and you are the only person we know who will help us and can move quickly from place to place without Castiel finding out about it.', Dean explained, handing Crowley the list.
'I can get everything but the Vatican cloth.', Crowley said.
'I have an idea.', Balthazar piped up,'Crowley can poof me as close to the Vatican as possible and I'll go in and get in, then we'll come back.'
'Okay then. Let's go!', Crowley said, grabbing hold of Balthazar and disappearing in a wisp of black smoke.
'You boys are amazing.', God said, clasping his hands together.
'Well. Thanks.', Dean replied, confused as to why God felt this way.
'This would have taken at least a year to get if you didn't have Crowley on your side. I'm still amazed that he is willing to help you.', God said. Dean shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how to answer.
'M hun, w'sh.', Sam murmured from his bed. Dean was next to him in seconds.
'You alright?', Dean whispered, smoothing Sam's hair from his face.
'M th'sty, hed 'urt.', Sam moaned. God passed Dean a bottle of water.
'It's ok.', Dean soothed, lifting Sam up into a sitting position. Sam leaned into Dean's chest for support and Dean helped him sip the water.
'Where's Balthazar?', Sam said, finally able to say words.
'Now, don't panic, he has gone with Crowley to get the ingredients.', Dean said. He felt Sam tense under his arms.
'Crowley.', Sam whispered. Dean decided against saying anything more and just let Sam burrow into his shoulder. After a while, Sam sat back, wiping his hands along his face before getting up and going in the bathroom.
'Dean, I have to ask. You get Balthazar to wake you up if Sam is dreaming but what about when he wasn't with you.', God asked.
'He'd sleep and I'd stay up and keep an eye on him. I grabbed a couple of hours whenever I couldn't physically go any further without them.', Dean said.
'You are an amazing brother to him. He couldn't wish for better.', God said. Dean didn't say anything unsure of what to say. Sam emerged a few minutes later, scrubbed and in new clothes. Dean had a quick wash and got changed, he stepped out of the bathroom just as a wisp of black smoke appeared in the room and Balthazar and Crowley came crashing to the floor. Dean was next to Sam in seconds, sitting him on the bed.
''m ok.', Sam muttered, but he didn't let go of Dean's hands. Balthazar stood up and righted his clothes before pulling Crowley into a similar upright position.
'Look what we've got.', Crowley said, excitedly, holding a variety of small bottles and items.
'You got them all?', God asked, looking from angel to demon.
'Yeah.', Balthazar said, reaching behind himself and yanking a feather out of his invisible wings.
'How'd you get the blood?', Dean asked, seeing two small bottles of deep red liquid.
'Alley bar fight.', Crowley said, placing one bottle on the table.
'Told a priest I was an angel of the lord.', Balthazar said, placing the other bottle on the table.
'What and he just gave you his blood?', Dean said, trying to picture the scene taking place.
'Err, yeah.', Balthazar said, shrugging his shoulders. Dean felt Sam start to quiver and pulled him closer.
'Once we've stopped Cas, I can fix your brother.', God said, watching Dean soothe his brother. Dean just glanced quickly at God before returning back to Sammy.
'Explain to us, how this is going to work.', Dean asked, watching Sam closely.
'Well, I mix these ingredients in a specific way. We then have to put the mixture in a bullet casing, like you do with salt rounds. Then we summon Castiel and shoot him.', God explained. Dean felt his t-shirt moisten and Sam whimpered.
'It's alright Sammy. You'll be safe.', Dean said, trying to keep his voice and heart rate steady to calm Sam.
'I know I'll be safe.', Sam whispered, into Dean's shirt.
'You do?', Dean said, unable to keep his shock in.
'Yeah, I'm always safe when I'm with you. You keep me safe.', Sam said.
'Well ain't you boys sweet, don't make out though, that'd be wrong.', Crowley laughed. Dean was up in seconds, Sam falling from his sitting position at the edge of the bed to the floor.
'Fuck you!' Dean shouted, his fist making forceful contact with Crowley's face. Crowley yelled, clutching his face as blood seeped from his nose.
'Dean! NO!' Sam screamed, as Dean raised his fist and punched Crowley again. Dean's hand faltered then dropped to his side. Sam's hand grabbed his brother ankle and he pulled lightly, willing Dean to calm down and help him off the floor. Dean bent down and hauled Sam onto the bed, but he didn't look at Sam. Sammy could still see the anger bubbling in his eyes.
'Ah well, it's probably a good thing that he's not here any more.', God said, upon realising that Crowley had gone. Dean sat himself next to Sam, still angry but feeling bad for what he had done. Sam leaned into his brother and Dean put a protective arm around Sam's shoulder even though every fibre of his body wanted to throw something at someone.
'That was a good punch.', Balthazar said. He was on the other side of the room, he'd clearly moved there when Dean had started throwing his fists around.
'Clearly not. He was still fucking conscious.', Dean hissed.
'Dude, you broke the king of hell's nose, that takes a lot of force.', Balthazar continued, trying to diffuse the situation.
'I hope it bloody hurts.', Dean said, anger still in his voice.
'Dean.', Sam whispered.
'Yeah?', Dean asked, steadying his tone.
'Don't get angry. I feel...', Sam trailed off.
'You feel?', Dean questioned, finally looking at his brother. He wasn't moving.